Let Me Have At You
Title: Let Me Have At You
Word Count: 719
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Warnings/ Kinks: Underage (Sam is sixteen), thigh!kink, a touch of dom!Sam and sub!Dean?
Summary: Sam just really has a thing for Dean's thighs.
Author's Notes: I wrote this for the person who loves thighs in the world more than anything else: Lulu. So I really hope you like it, cookie :D
They were strong. Stronger and more defined than Sam's were. And they pressed deliciously against the sides of his faces as Sam went down on him. His face was currently buried between Dean's legs, his cock in his mouth as he sucked away, sliding all the way down until he choked before pulled back up, trying to make him come without using his hands. The ones that were currently holding on to the outer part of Dean's thighs, tensed under his hands. "God damn it, Sammy! Get on with it!" Dean growled, pushing his hips up and sliding his cock deeper into Sam's mouth, who gagged and pulled away, glaring at him, but the effect was dulled by the fact that his hair was mussed from Dean running his fingers through it and saliva was dripping down his chin from his full red lips. "I said. Stay. Still," growled Sam, glad that at sixteen his voice had finally stopped breaking when he tried to make a serious statement. With that, he buried his fingers harder into Dean's thighs, who moaned loudly before subconsciously thrusting his hips up again. Sam glared at him before he turned his mouth away from his cock and slid his tongue up the inside of Dean's thigh, earning a hard shiver from him and a soft "Sammy, please." But Sam ignored him, opting to run his tongue down the inside of his other thigh, nipping at the place where his thigh met his hip on the way up, earning a low whine from Dean. "Shh, I'm going go take care of you Dee, don't worry," he murmured, reaching up and placing his brother's legs over his shoulders and pressing kisses down Dean's thighs, then pushing his left leg against Dean's chest and nibbling up from the dent where his ass met his thigh to the back of his knee, absently rutting against Dean, who was breathing harsher now, his hand wrapped around his dick tightly to stop from creaming himself. "Jesus fuck, Dean. Your thighs turn me on so much," he stated, sliding his hands up his right thigh gently, kneading at it and making Dean wiggle, gazing up at him with lust blown eyes. "Then you wear those stupid red gym shorts that don't even fit you anymore when we go around on our morning laps and they just look so edible," he breathed, grinding against Dean and taking in a ragged breath when Dean wrapped his fist around both of their dicks, stroking them gently as he nodded. "OhfuckSam." Sam grabbed his left leg again and placed it over his shoulder once more, grabbing the tops of them and holding them tightly against this body as he thrust against him again. Slower, relinquishing the feel of their dicks and balls pressed together. He looked to his left and spotted a hickie he had left the night before on Dean's thigh, and looking over at Dean with a naughty glint in his eye, he smirked and turned to it, placing his mouth over it and nibbling on it, hardly pausing to soothe it with his tongue, just how Dean liked it. This earned a faster stroke of Dean's fist over their cocks, and he sucked harder as he thrust against him, his fingers burying harder into Dean's thighs and a shiver running down his spine as he thought of the half moon marks that would marr his thighs the next morning that would be visible with his gym shorts. OhGod, yes. The thought of that and the possible fact that they might not even make it back to the motel in time tomorrow because he mind end up pinning Dean down behind one of those bushes in the park ripped the orgasm from him and he cried out loudly as he came all over Dean's stomach, a couple of drops even flying up to his neck, followed by Dean's loud cry as the warmth spread across their stomachs. As he gasped for breath, reaching up and pushing his bangs off his face, he smiled weakly at Dean, reaching up and picking up their mixed cum, sliding it over Dean's thighs and smirking as he leaned down to lick it off. The best days where when Dad wasn't going to be back for the night.